Monthly Archives: March 2014

The news reached me about the passing of a friend. She was 83, and though she died in October, I only heard about it yesterday. We’d fallen out of touch, and I wish I’d made a better effort to stay connected. Don’t we all end up wishing that one way or another? Last night, I … Continue reading →

How do you think a unicorn starts its day? As a kid, I wanted to be a unicorn. Sometimes I would wish to turn into one. Ah, childhood. I don’t suppose I can be a unicorn and a writer. Unicorns can’t type. As far as I know. Tomorrow will be a year since my surgery. … Continue reading →

Soon my art should be hanging in a gelato shop here in town. And in another month or so, I might have some work in a local festival. In October, I have another show at my favorite local coffee shop. With a group of friends I’m working on an absurd magazine (more on that another … Continue reading →

My hair is growing back. It’s a little more than two inches in length. Everyone says nice things about it, of course. I hate it. I’m happy it is growing back, but I can’t wait for it to be longer. When does our hair become important to us? My son was almost two before we … Continue reading →